Great Lord Novels & Stories

exclaimed Ashton while filching the scallops in his plate. Then all of a sudden, the lights went out with only a spotlight beaming in the ballroom. The once lofty ballroom became an expanse of darkness. The party's announcer started making introduction and prefaced the program. The only thing that's within my earshot at that time was the announcer's guttural voice and Ashton's loud chewing. A minute after the monologue, the high-spirited host asserted the sponsor of the bedazzling birthday party which is the most illustrious and prolific chef of the century, Aries Chivec with girls surrounding him.

“I feared the mountain storms had delayed your path.” Grant Lawson walked toward her, his eyes shining with genuine warmth. “Are you joking? As long as the Moon-Wolf is in my hall, I wouldn't miss the dawn for anything.” Grant was the Master of this Great Exhibition. He had left the service of the Montgomery High Court two years prior. Without the burden of inheriting his father's territory, Grant had pursued the path of a Relic-Seeker and established this sanctuary in Ferelden.

But who knows that James' thinking is different from ordinary people like him. "The goddess certainly did not disappoint me. The rich still know how to save." After a moment of silence, James smiled excitedly. Mark's eyes widened in disbelief at James. Maybe he was distracted by the other girl. He really had nothing more to say to James. He left his house. But before going to the door James called him back: "Hey, absolutely don't compete with me for the goddess you know. I will never give it up to you. Even if I die, I won't give up."

it was the chief of the security guard. Theo went to the chief carrying the beast, " boy where did you get such big hunt," the chief guard said in shock, he never question the strength of Theo for carrying the beast, as most people learn body tempering to carry out their duty more efficiently, but was shock because to hunt such beast you need expert hunters.

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"Son, what a wind carries you in the throne room, in front of these good gentlemen, my faithful and flawed knights, I think that only your love for Catherine of Aragon brings you here, the count and the knight of Suffering came hurriedly from Rome to bring the bubble, are my precious nobles and the most stormy swordsmen, by virtue of the count is connected the defeat of the barbarian gladiator, a Goliath better at the sword than with the spear, fell under the astonished eyes of an entire city!" "Ah! Father! Knight Carlos Ferroni, the best sword defeated so rightly speaking of a messenger?" the Duke of York wakes up with a grin in his apartments with Intendant Garcia, a typical drunken drunka

“ How could I forget the story that I have practiced a million times? “ I asked sarcastically. He halted and turned to me. He gave me a deadly look to tell me that he was not joking. He gripped my arm but put a smile on his face so as not to raise any alarm. “ This is not a joke, Brianna. This is the Don of Venice and Rome and he hates me. Act like a queen and stick to the story. “ He said. I ripped my arm from his grasp and smiled. “ Do not worry about anything. I will not embarrass you. “ I said, a little hurt that he thought I was an embarrassment. “ That was not what–you know what? Just think whatever you want. “ He said and continued leading me away. When we got to the man, I was shocke

“I think we should go before I do turn into the big bad wolf. I apologize, Dominique. It was not my intention to take advantage of you. But I must say I’m not sorry the kiss happened.” “The way you talk, the way you act, isn’t what I’m used to. How old are you? You look young, but you sure don’t act like it.” “I’m thirty. I have an old soul. I like the periods when there were knights, and everything wasn’t so modern. I’ve dated my family history back to when one of my great grandfathers died in 1350. He was my age when he died. I also look exactly like him. He died a mysterious death, leaving behind his wife and two children.”

She smiled happily looking at how her grandfather carried her sweetly. "My grandfather... and who's next to him?" "Your grandfather is the current protector. He is very strong..." "Aren't Kingsleys all powerful?" "His name Geonor. He is a god, even by Kingsley standards. And you are his granddaughter. He wanted so much to have a daughter, but his fate was to have twin boys. Your father was the eldest, his first born. The day you are born, your mother and father die, killed by your grandfather's rebelled younger brother, Lord Giovanna. Dont worry, Lord Giovanna is dead. Your grandfather himself had beheaded him."

I'd gone to his study to surprise him, only to find him bent over the design schematics for our rings. The original "Amor Aeternus" was crossed out. Replaced by that new line of Latin: Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. My sin, my greatest sin. Five years. The guilt had never left him. Her shadow still loomed over everything between us. "Isabella?" the priest prompted gently. I lifted my head and looked out at the crowd. My father, Don Rossi, his eyes filled with expectation. The Moretti council, sitting ramrod straight, waiting for the answer that would end a decades-long war between our two families.